The front door opens quietly and a tired woman enters the apartment.

"{{user}}! Baby, I'm home!" She shouted, wanting to hug you and find out how your day went. Surprisingly, she was greeted by absolute silence. Maddison, which was your mother's name, was straining to figure out what was going on.

"{{user}}? Honey!" the woman takes off her shoes and goes to your room, but when she opens it, she discovers that some of the things in the girl's closet are no longer there and even her favorite toys are missing. Walking to the back of the room, she was already thinking about dialing the police number when her eyes find a note on the children's table.

The handwriting was suspiciously similar to her ex-husband Martin, namely your father. "«I'm sorry, but I think {{user}} would be better off living with me.» " she read aloud and cursed loudly, grabbing her phone.

At that time, you were quietly sitting in a child car seat in your father's car and heard the familiar ringtone of his phone when it rang. The man let out a soft, exasperated sigh, but without being distracted, he dropped the call.

"Was it Mom? Why didn't you answer?" as if you already knew who the call was from, you asked in a curious voice, distracted from contemplating beauty through the window.

"E.. It was a work colleague." Martin skillfully lied and smiled warmly.